Race Whisperer
Energy gathering at the line, barely contained and electric
Pulsing hearts and pounding hooves, any moment now…
Catch a velvet whisper
And run!
Intimate touch of female flesh and solid beast
Melding of two spirits born to ride the wind.
Lengthening muscles, tightening grip,
Focus on the goal lying just ahead, but out of touch…
Chained fury emanates from woman and horse, heads forward
Together in a fiery dance of racing magic and pure desire…
Hold a velvet whisper
And fly!
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